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#ItAllComesBackToYou – Beth Duke (@bethidee @ZooloosBT #ZooLoosBookTours #review)

Huge thanks to Zoe for the blog tour invite and review copy.

Alabama, 1947.

War’s over, cherry-print dresses, parking above the city lights, swing dancing.

Beautiful, seventeen-year-old Violet lives in a perfect world.
Everybody loves her.

In 2012, she’s still beautiful, charming, and surrounded by admirers.

Veronica “Ronni” Johnson, licensed practical nurse and aspiring writer, meets the captivating Violet in the assisted living facility where Violet requires no assistance, just lots of male attention. When she dies, she leaves Ronni a very generous bequest―only if Ronni completes a book about her life within one year. As she’s drawn into the world of young Violet, Ronni is mesmerized by life in a simpler time. It’s an irresistible journey filled with revelations, some of them about men Ronni knew as octogenarians at Fairfield Springs.

Struggling, insecure, flailing at the keyboard, Ronni juggles her patients, a new boyfriend, and a Samsonite factory of emotional baggage as she tries to craft a manuscript before her deadline.

But then the secrets start to emerge, some of them in person. And they don’t stop.

Everything changes.

Twg’s Thoughts.

I do like reading a story that develops over time and, as much of an obvious statement that is, not all stories, in my opinion, do that. Luckily, (and thankfully), Beth Duke hit the ground running, gave me the hook and kept me under her indirect supervision until the end of the novel.

The historical elements surrounding Violets past were a joy to read, as well as also being an emotive roller coaster due to her friendship with Veronica. Violet left a bit of a imprint on my heart, despite only being ‘there’ for a small amount of time. Does it sound daft if I say that I felt it when when died?

Overall I enjoyed the story telling and Beth Duke’s fragile way with words. This story ticked multiple boxes for me, so I cannot complain at all. Nicely done.


Beth Dial Duke is an Amazon #1 Best Selling author and the recipient of short story awards on two continents.She is eyeing the other five.Beth lives in the mountains of her native Alabama with her husband, one real dog, and one ornamental dog.She loves reading, writing, and not arithmetic. Baking is a hobby, with semi-pro cupcakes and amateur macarons a specialty.And puns–the worse, the better.

Travel is her other favorite thing, along with joining book groups for discussion. If a personal visit isn’t possible, she is fluent in Zoom.

You can connect with her on social media or via her website

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Want to see some gorgeous jewellery/gifts ready for #Christmas AND get money off? Look no further! (@bellefever #ad #gifted #brandpartner #giftideas)

Those who know me well, know that I ADORE jewellery and, since becoming a mum, I have always wanted a necklace that had a picture drawn by my daughter on it. After extensive Google searches and not being able to find ‘IT’, BelleFever contacted me regarding a collaboration and of course I jumped at the chance! Of course I wasn’t expecting to find exactly what I wanted, but finding that is exactly what happened and the process could not have been any simpler.

BelleFever are an Australian based company with additional bases in the UK, New Zealand, and USA. Each of their pieces are hand painted with enamel to ensure the inscriptions inscriptions designs stay looking as best as they can be. Also, as I found out, if you require an image put on an item, they send you a mock up design so you can approve it before it gets sent to the designer to be made. Their attention to detail and customer service is second to none.

Now I am sure you are all wanting to see my beautiful necklace that I received, yes?

How gorgeous is that! The picture is so special to me as my little girl, Eva, drew it when she was only 4 years old. I will forever hold this piece close to my heart, literally, and I cannot thank BelleFever enough for the gift.

Now, if you like the look of my necklace and want to see what you can get your hands on, head over to Do bear in mind delivery times, but i only had to wait a couple weeks! If something catches your eye, use code KAISHA15 to get 15% off your order – how good is that!

Thanks again to BelleFever, and happy shopping to you all!

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#BlogTour – Extract from #TheSeamstressOfWarsaw by Rebecca Mascull (@rebeccamascull @spellboundbks @zooloo2008)

Many thanks to Zoe and Spellbound Books for having me on Rebecca Mascull’s blog tour today, where I will be sharing an extract from her new novel, ‘The Seamstress of Warsaw’. But first, here is a little bit more about the book:

A man learns a shocking truth about his past.
A mother writes a diary as the ghetto walls go up.
From the bombed streets of London, to occupied Warsaw, to the Polish forests bristling with partisans, will their paths cross?
Will their pasts be reconciled?
And will they survive the deadly assaults on their freedom and their lives?

THE SEAMSTRESS OF WARSAW is a tale of endurance and loss, family and blood, stories and histories, that questions the nature of who we are and where we are going, when the road ahead is burning.


It was a beautiful Saturday, hot sun and pure sky. At three o’clock, Daniel was cycling back from the library when the air-raid siren sounded. Most in the street ignored it. Then came the heavy hum of bombers. He saw a couple of plane spotters on the roof of the nearest building, pointing into the air and blasting on their whistles. The drone became a roar and the air itself trembled.

He heard voices call to each other and the mad barking of dogs. The planes came. Leaping dots of light thickened to black spots. Dark rows filled the sky, flying in straight lines. People in the street were saying, are they British? No, they’re German, someone said. Our boys fly in Vs. How did they get through, some asked? What’s happened to the RAF, the ack-ack guns? People were shaking their fists at them, one man brandished a penknife. People were just standing and staring, hardly anyone was running. There were over a hundred planes.

Bombs began to fall. Daniel actually saw them drop. People ran and scrambled for cover, behind or beneath or beside anything they could find – a milk cart, a doorway, a policeman – more for comfort than safety. Daniel threw his bike against a wall and bolted to a shelter, filled with men and women and kids and the hot, rank smell of sweat and panic. The children whimpered and wept and everyone flinched at the explosions and clanging fire bells. Once the walls shook, the children screamed and Daniel saw huge black spiders crawl out of the cracks. People talked, about the terror of the shelter getting bombed and of being buried alive. One man said, “If I get it, I hope I cop a nice clean hit and go out like a light.” This made the children cry more and the mothers scolded him. A man appeared at the door and sat down. He wiped his brow and covered his face with shaking hands. A woman tried to soothe him, others ignored him, turned away even, as if he would infect them with fear. He spoke: “This is it! No more Phoney War! The big attack. They’re saying it’ll be every night from now on.” The mothers shushed him. A girl cried and two boys whispered. They were in there for two hours. Silently Daniel swore, he’d never to go into a shelter again.

When the All Clear sounded, it was curious how quickly they all returned to normal. Filing out of the shelter, the men argued about politics and the women about what was for tea. In the street, there were masses of people going to and fro. The air felt hot to breathe. Daniel’s nose filled with the tang of cordite. The streets were a mess of soot, brick and broken glass. The sky was tinged with red, with billowing smoke blotting out the sun. The air was alive with sparks and everyone patted them out on their clothes. There were families with cars loading up offspring and bags and driving off at speed, and people were saying, “The docks are on fire!” One man said, “Why did the poor have to get it in the neck? Why didn’t they bomb bloody Mayfair?” He watched young people running about to see the fires, rushing towards the docks. He found his bike and dashed down there. A terrible inferno – the great dock warehouses consumed by flames flaring high in the sky, furious black and orange. Dozens of firemen were working their legs off.

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#TheHeights by Louise Candlish (@louise_candlish @TeamBATC @JessBarratt88) #BlogTour #Review #Booktwt #thewritinggarnet

I am absolutely delighted to be sharing my thoughts on Louise Candlish’s latest novel, The Heights, as part of the blog tour. My thanks go to Jess and the Simon and Schuster team for asking me to be involved and for supplying a proof for me to read and review honestly.

He thinks he’s safe up there. But he’ll never be safe from you. 

The Heights is a tall, slender apartment building among the warehouses of Tower Bridge, its roof terrace so discreet you wouldn’t know it existed if you weren’t standing at the window of the flat directly opposite. But you are. And that’s when you see a man up there – a man you’d recognize anywhere. He’s older now and his appearance has subtly changed, but it’s definitely him. 

Which makes no sense at all since you know he has been dead for over two years.  You know this for a fact.  

Because you’re the one who killed him.  It’s time to confess what we did up there.

‘Kieran Watts has been dead for over two years when I see him standing on the roof of a building in Shad Thames…’


What does The Writing Garnet think?

When I see people say that a book is ‘unputdownable’, I think to myself that they’re fibbing because surely you would put a book down to pee and what not. How could a book be read cover to cover without putting it down? My answer to that, after reading ‘The Heights’ and only putting it down once to grab a chocolate bar and then pick it up again, is ‘very easily’. Heck, my 2 second put down to grab an aero bar doesn’t even count as putting it down as the cover was still warm from my hands!

After I had finished reading the book that literally took me 2 hours to read, my daughter asked me how many stars I would give it, and, without missing a beat, a response of ‘five stars’ flew out of my mouth. There was no doubt in my mind at all as ‘The Heights’ had the marital uncertainty, the troublesome pasts of the main characters, secrets that were too damaging to reveal regardless of how long had passed. The story had thrill, it had a chase, suspense, characters which you just wanted to dislike yet weirdly liked and visa versa.

I loved the way the author let’s us see both sides of the situation from two characters point of view, allowing readers to work out on their own, indirectly, which was bad cop and which was good cop. Which character was the most trustworthy? Which character was seeing things clearer than the other? Which one wasn’t being honest with themselves? The storyline was a well crafted, well oiled piece of ‘machinery’ so to speak as it hopped from different events flawlessly, without missing a single beat or filling the storyline with unnecessary padding. Every single word in this book had its place and played a vital role in bringing ‘The Heights’ to life.

If you hadn’t guessed already, Louise Candlish’s novel blew my mind and reignited my love for reading. Its books like this, written by authors as talented as Candlish, that make me excited about the written word. If youre after a new book to read, I highly suggest you buy and devour this one as yes, it really is and un-putdownable read.

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#ACutForACut by Carol Wyer (@carolewyer @AmazonPub @damppebbles) #DetectiveKateYoung #blogtour

Huge thanks to Emma from Damppebbles Blog Tours, for asking me to be involved in the latest tour for Carol Wyer. I’ve completely lost my reading mojo as of late, however it came back just enough to allow me to read ‘A Cut For A Cut’. Many thanks to the publisher for supplying me with an ARC. Hope you enjoy my review!

DI Kate Young can’t trust anybody. Not even herself.

In the bleak countryside around Blithfield Reservoir, a serial murderer and rapist is leaving a trail of bloodshed. His savage calling card: the word ‘MINE’ carved into each of his victims.

DI Kate Young struggles to get the case moving—even when one of the team’s own investigators is found dead in a dumpster. But Kate is battling her own demons. Obsessed with exposing Superintendent John Dickson and convinced there’s a conspiracy running deep in the force, she no longer knows who to trust. Kate’s crusade has already cost her dearly. What will she lose next?

When her stepsister spills a long-buried secret, Kate realises she’s found the missing link—now she must prove it before the killer strikes again. With enemies closing in on all sides, she’s prepared to do whatever it takes to bring them down. But time is running out, and Kate’s past has pushed her to the very edge. Can she stop herself from falling?

What does TWG think?

Luckily for DI Kate Young, she has determination on her side, because, to be quite frank with you all, she would be rather screwed without it! Kate Young is an interesting character who likes playing with fire….not literally of course as that would make her a pyromaniac and probably unsuitable for her current job. Just saying! Anyway, DI Young lands herself in hot water on multiple occassions, and ‘A Cut For A Cut’ is no different. Having been a fan of Carol’s novels for many years, and associating her books with humour, it isn’t often that I read one of Wyer’s novels and think to myself, ‘what the fried egg is she on’, I mean, I wouldn’t like to cross her down a dark alley knowing full well what she could be capable of doing thanks to her research for books like this!

Despite hardly picking up any books as of late, I was fully engrossed in the latest DI Kate Young novel. I thoroughly enjoyed trying to work out the truth behind the murders, and watching the team trying to put all the puzzle pieces together before yet another body was found. In all honesty, the entire novel took me on a much needed roller coaster ride….in more ways than one! I’m still curious as to what the hell goes through Carol Wyer’s head though, because DAMN that lady sure knows how to write some stomach churning stuff!

I can’t fault ‘A Cut For A Cut’ – it certainly does ‘cut’ it for me, that’s for sure! With more uncertainty than going on a roundabout in the park after eating, this novel kept me on my tippy toes until the very last page.

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I was a child who witnessed domestic abuse… #domesticabuse #physicalabuse #emotionalabuse #childhood #lifelessons

When asked what my childhood was like, my response is positive, delving into snippets of the past and how my mum used to take me to ‘Wimpy’ for a teacake and tea. Gosh, remember ‘Wimpy’? That place started off my love of cups and saucers – I felt so grown up eating my two halves of toasted teacake with my perfectly coloured cup of tea with a saucer.

Or I would respond with how magical Christmases were, holding my mums hand to go down the stairs with my beloved teddy, Susie Bringnals (yes I named her that!) tucked under my arm. There would be times where I reminisced over my birthdays and how I would exclaim every.single.year about every.single.present, that it was something I had always ever wanted! I was a happy little girl on my 5th birthday with the little chalkboard that I had always wanted.

Talking about my childhood always put a smile on my face because I remembered little details like walking in on my dad in the bath, or recalling the outfit my mum wore on my 5th birthday when she was 30 (blue jeans and a white t shirt with an aztec style print in the middle, just FYI), or even being given a huge bag of cheese and onion crisps after leaving nursery, by mums friend Terri, because I screamed the place down and quite frankly wouldn’t shut up. I also remember the film that scared the absolute shit out of me, and to this day I cannot even watch it or look at thumbnails from it because I’m still scarred by the devil that is Edward Scissorhands. Sorry, want me to wait while you finish laughing? Done? Awesome. In my defence I was three! So yeah, my childhood was magical because of my mum, however if someone were to look at me right in the eye and ask, ‘Kaisha, how was your childhood really?’, my response would be the same as I’ve just said, however an additional sentence would be added…..

‘I was a child who witnessed domestic abuse, and lived through sexual abuse’.

During a time which spanned about ten years, I saw my mum different colours. Sometimes she was covered in so many bruises she looked black and blue, other times she had hints of green added to her skin due to older bruises changing colour. Nighttime was when it began, the tell tale sign that something was going to erupt was the clanging of the crockery, or the slamming of a drawer. Sometimes it went from 0-100 and all I could hear was my mum shouting ‘please don’t’, and her cries travelling up the stairs. There were times where I would be on the landing absolutely petrified, wondering if my mum was going to be killed, or hearing noises which made me scream down the stairs ‘MUMMYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!’. As soon as I knew the perpetrator had gone to bed, I would rush down the stairs to get to my mum, feeling sick at the thought of not knowing what I was going to see when I opened the door. I was a little girl mopping up my mums tears night after night, hugging her close, telling her that the events of that night were never her fault, falling asleep with her on the sofa only to then get up the next morning and do mine and my brothers packed lunch for school and head to a place where I was being beaten.

I was beaten up and bullied all throughout my school years, getting called fat which started two eating disorders, to getting bullied for having hair on my arms – SPOILER, I still have that hair!! And so, so much more. So, whilst all of that was going on personally and with my mum, the same person who made my mums life a living hell, also decided to sexually abuse me. What a lovely fellow he was! Sarcasm, he was a wanker and I’m glad he’s dead. JUST SAYING.

To this day, 20 years down the line, my mum still blames herself for what happened to me. Do I blame her? Do I heck! Not one iota and I never will blame her because it was not her fault. I still have flashbacks from those times, naturally, and the way I respond to situations isn’t sometimes ideal, but I can’t help that.

My mum has taught me many things over the years, such as how to bake, strength, courage, the ability to stand up for what’s right, but, most importantly, she’s taught me how to be myself.

So when someone asks me how my childhood was, I always say that I had a brilliant one because I did, its just that some fucker decided to piss on us along the way.

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#ListeningStill by @AnneGriffin_ @SceptreBooks #bookreview

It gives me great pleasure to host Anne Griffin and ‘Listening Still’ on my blog today, as I share a review for day two of the blog tour. Many thanks to the lovely, Kate, and the Sceptre Books team, for inviting me to take part and for supplying me with an advanced copy.

Jeanie Masterson has a gift: she can hear the recently dead and give voice to their final wishes and revelations. Inherited from her father, this gift has enabled the family undertakers to flourish in their small Irish town. Yet she has always been uneasy about censoring some of the dead’s last messages to the living. Unsure, too, about the choice she made when she left school seventeen years ago: to stay or leave for a new life in London with her charismatic teenage sweetheart.

So when Jeanie’s parents unexpectedly announce their plan to retire, she is jolted out of her limbo. In this captivating successor to her bestselling debut, Anne Griffin portrays a young woman who is torn between duty, a comfortable marriage and a role she both loves and hates and her last chance to break free, unaware she has not been alone in softening the truth for a long while.

What does TWG think?

‘Listening Still’, in my opinion, is a unique story which is centred around life in a family run undertakers in Ireland. To some, reading a book set in a funeral home might not be so unique, however for me, it really was which meant that I was able to find out more about the process after life and what not. With that in mind, I was not expecting the story to focus on Jeanie being able to hear the wishes of the deceased person in front of her. No, seriously, thats what she can do. Is it something that can be deemed farfetched? Oh most definitely. Do readers need to believe that its something that happens in reality? Most definitely not! All readers need to believe is that Jeanie is capable of doing so, and once you get past the ‘hang on a minute….’ uncertainty, you’ll open your mind to the beauty of the book.

How do I know this?

Well, I was just like that to begin with, but once I ran with the authors words and let myself be led by Jeanie’s gift, her relationship with her husband, her father etc, I allowed myself to be consumed by this poignant, tender story that was not just about life vs death, but was also about regrets and making every last second count. For me, probably the biggest lesson that this book taught me was the art of listening. To know something you have to feel it, but to feel it you need to listen.

Anne Griffin is such a descriptive, tender storytelling who, no pun intended, gave this book life, and I absolutely adored reading every single word of this novel. Truly a beautifully crafted, magnificent read.

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#Amalie – Blog Tour! #Extract @E_J_Wood @Zooloo2008 @QuestionPress #QuestionMarkPress #ZooLoosBookTours

Today I am delighted to be taking part in the blog tour for ‘Amalie’ by E.J.Wood, published by Question Mark Press. Many thanks to Zoe for inviting me to take part in the tour! If you have yet to read the book and fancy a little snippet to whet your appetite then look no further as I have JUST the thing for you!

But first, here is a little bit more about the book:


It’s not wise to murder the family of a budding assassin. Created by Auschwitz, her skill is honed by revenge.

A very different type of serial killer is loose in 1950s Europe. In Britain, a Brotherhood of powerful men takes notice and enhances the expertise and artistry of a killer.

DCI John Owen was born to serve. Recruited by MI6, he tracks an accomplished executioner whose love of luxury and the arts is second only to the love of watching an early death come to those who truly deserve it.

Join the chase. Then ask yourself…
Can there ever be only one winner?


The toffs found it entertaining and dangerous all at the same time, hanging around with known criminals and being sworn at by the landlord regardless of who they were. The audacity of Paddy shocked his clients. He had no regard for his client’s status or wealth – he treated everyone the same.

It hadn’t been long since Belfast boy Peter Scott had robbed Sophia Loren, giving her what he described “what she deserved”, and he was still the talk of the tavern. Other customers joked that Scott would call himself a modern-day Robin Hood and would describe how he eluded capture by donning a new suit and creep into the homes of some of London’s richest.

Even if he were interrupted he’d shout, “It’s only me!” It meant he got away with his crimes. One of his victims was gambling club owner John Aspinall, of whom he recalled, “robbing that bastard Aspinall was one of my favourites”. He’d joke at the bar “I hear poor Sophia has been robbed” whilst pulling out a wad of cash.

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#APostcardFromParis – Alex Brown (@alexbrownbooks @fictionpubteam @harperfiction) #review

Many thanks to the lovely Jen and the Harper Fiction team for asking me to be involved in Alex Brown’s blog tour for ‘A Postcard From Paris’. I am delighted to be hosting day two of the tour, sharing my review of this picturesque novel. Thanks to the publisher for also supplying me with an advanced copy.

Annie Lovell is keen to put the spark back into her life and when her elderly neighbour inherits an abandoned Parisian apartment she goes to Paris to discover more. Her curiosity takes an unexpected turn on discovering a bundle of secret diaries hidden within the walls, detailing the life of a young English woman, Beatrice Crawford, who volunteered in 1916 to nurse the soldiers in the fields of France.
Captivated by the romantic City of Light, Annie realises first appearances are not always as they seem. Following Beatrice’s journey from the Great War, through the Roaring Twenties and to a very different life in Nazi-occupied Paris, Annie must piece together the events from the past, if she is to fulfil the legacy that Beatrice left for her to find…

What does TWG think?

A book by Alex Brown which also contains historical elements? What’s not to love?

I adore losing myself in anything that Alex Brown has written, and this novel was no exception. There was quite a mysterious vibe to the story as main character, Annie Lovell, finds old diaries dating back to 1916 during the war in France. Having moved to a new country to add some variety to her life, Annie didn’t expect to become Miss Marple almost instantly, and neither did I for that matter. I was genuinely surprised by the direction the story took because of the diaries – which certainly was not a bad thing! Finding out about Beatrice and the volunteer work she was involved in, was both astounding and intriguing. I can’t even begin to imagine what Beatrice must have seen in those fields with the soldiers, nor can I even begin to imagine the pain and anguish that they must have felt in battle.

I thought that Alex Brown approached the historically emotional subject with extreme grace. It was evident just how much research the author put in to keep the events and descriptions as close to reality as possible. As a history lover, I appreciated the dedication from the author, but on the other side of the coin as a fiction lover, I also appreciated the way that Alex Brown incorporated facts alongside fiction without making them stand out like a sore thumb. I loved how seamless the entire thing was, and the flow of the story was on point. I was gutted to reach the end as I was captivated by every word I was reading.

Alex Brown exceeded my expectations with ‘A Postcard From Paris’, from the characterisation to the factual information, to the emotional turmoil to the sense of belonging. Everything worked and it blew me away. I would read it all over again in a heartbeat.

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#TheLittlestLibrary #PoppyAlexander @SarahWaights @orionbooks #blogtour #review

Many thanks to Ellen and Orion for inviting me to take part in the blog tour for ‘The Littlest Library’ by Poppy Alexander, and for sending me an ARC of the book to review. Day 5 of the blog tour starts here, enjoy!

It’s only the beginning of her story…

Jess Metcalf is perfectly happy with her quiet, predictable life – it’s just the way she likes it. But when her beloved grandmother passes away and she loses her job at the local library, her life is turned upside-down.

Packing up her grandmother’s books, she moves to a tiny cottage in a charming country village. To her surprise, Jess finds herself the owner of an old red telephone box, too – and she soon turns it into the littlest library around!

It’s not long before the books are borrowed and begin to work their magic – somehow, they seem to be bringing the villagers together once more…

Maybe it’s finally time for Jess to follow her heart and find a place to call home?

What does TWG think?

You know when a story is going to be right up your alley when you realise that it’s about a library….and books. I mean, HELLOOOOOOOOO book god, whoever you are! Saying that, the excitement surrounding the library was short lived as, when Jess’ grandmother passed away, Jess not only loses a much loved family member, she also lost a job she adored. Losing one of those would be enough to knock someone for six, but losing both at the same time? It wasn’t really surprising that Jess began to find things tough and a bit unsure about what the future held for her. After deciding to relocate to a little village called Middlemass, Jess has the option to rebuild her life and start a new, and what a bundle of surprises where waiting for her!

I think that a lot of readers would be able to relate to Jess’ personality in one form or another because she comes across as such a genuine, free spirited person who wasn’t afraid of life when the going got tough. Of course Jess found things difficult, but she moved forward in her own way and her own time, and tried her best to do what was right for her, whatever that may’ve been.

Due to social media, I have seen multiple pictures of little libraries that people have made in specialist boxes, or utilised an old container to fill with books, and I love seeing those because it’s such a lovely idea to be able to bring communities closer together due to a shared love of books. I would love to do something like that near my house, but unfortunately the crime rate is quite high. Never say never though!

In terms of bringing communities together, Jess utilised a red telephone box, turning it into the new ‘go to’ place in the community – a little library. If you’re not an avid reader then the thought of coming together with a group of strangers over a storyline surrounding murder, or the latest comedy read etc, may sound like an extremely bonkers idea, however that person you find yourself speaking to about the book you’re just read may live on their own, have mental health issues etc, and by you chatting to them it may be the lifeline they never knew they needed. You just never know.

So yeah, I loved the premise behind this story and I simply adored the way that Poppy Alexander brought her little library to life, showcasing the power that books can have. Jess was such an addictive character to get to know, and is probably one of my most favourite characters I have read about so far this year. She just oozed courage, spirit and really was such a joy to read about.

Poppy Alexander is such a charismatic author who, when she tells a story, she TELLS that story as though it’s royalty. With every new book I read of hers, I feel like I’m being treated to the best of the best every single time. Honestly, she never disappoints and ‘The Littlest Library’ is proof of that tenfold. This is such a heartwarming, tender read which will make you giggle, smile, and leave your heart as though its just been wrapped up in a cosy little blanket. Divine.

‘The Littlest Library’ can be purchased now from Amazon.